The Indianapolis journal., 1887-11-13

just a block east of Milwaukee av-
snue. It is swo-ssory frame ssrno.-
lilies. Mrs. Fischer's apartments are in the
rear, the ground floor. and are entered
through an arch under rear stairway Leading
with white and black cambria Around the
house was great crowd of women and children,
evidently belonging in the neighbornooc- Ihey
were morbidly curious rather than sympat hetic.
aud when the wagon drove ND In front or the
house they craned their necks TO sec what they
could. Mrs. Fischer at the house or one or
the nelghbo when the body of her husband ar
rived, but it had been carried into the
house and properly placed she was escorted into
her desolate home by two female friends She
somewhat hysterical She stopped occasionally
and threw her arms about one or the other or
her friends and wepc bitterly
The doors and windows of Chris Spss's house.
where the body of the dead Anarchist lies, were
barred, and would not be opened for anv one
Long strips of white and black crepe swung
from the door-bell At the top of the symbols
of mourning a large black rose, made also
of crepe, and from the middle of the rose
streamer of red fiuttered in the breeze. From
the moment the dead body arrived at the resi-
dence of August's brother the house has been
surrounded by crowds of inquisitlve spectators.
This morning the assemblage gradually in
creased in numbers, all anxious TO get look at
the face of the famous Anarchist Nobody was
eratified. Repeated calls at the door failed to
elicit any response.
The one mourner to be looked for above all
others iu the crowded death-chamber at the
home of August Spies missing this after
noon. Among the throDg of weeping women
of Nina, the proxy wife. Captain Black was
there, careworn but impassive. In reply to
a question by an Associated Press reporter, the
Anarchists lawyer said earnestly: "No, Nina
is not here She is performing higher duty.
In the darkened room below this she is comfort
ing the sister and mother of Spies"
"How can that be, Captain?" was asked; sis
she not distracted and weeping herselfa"
Indeed, no." the mournful reply.
"I wish in nv heart she were. So far as
1 can learn, Nina has not uttered one
do She goes constantly about,
strangely calm, attending to others. The girl
must be looked after" and the CAPTAIN. seem
inly choking in the close atmosphere. moved out
in the open air and hurriedly turned homeward.
The Van Zandt mansion was tightly closed
this morning At every window save those In
the upper story of the house, the curtains were
drawn SO as 10 wholly shut out the light. A
transparency of August Spies hung IN the parlor
window and was thrown into relief by the buff
curtain behind. Many people glanced up at the
picture as they passed. When a reporter rang
the doorbell a near-looking colored girl opened
tho door.
''Is Miss Van Zandr at bonel" was asked.
''No. sir, replied the girl
sis Miss Van Zandt able to be about?"
eyes"
''Will the family attend the funeral to NOR
row?v
That was an unfortunate question, for it shut
off the of information.
Are you reporter! asked the girl
Eyes" was the
''Well. them" said she, speaking as though she
OF the family. 1--we nothing to say. sir,
because we're not Anarchists at all. and Mr..
Spies is dead. We only sympathized with him,
and we've nothing At all to say. sir.
With that the girl bowed and closed the door.
'Oh, Albert. Albert they've murdered you,"
cried Mrs. Parsons, when she was permitted to
see the body of her dead husband this morning
for the first time since the execution The un-
dertaker had conveyed Parsonss body to the res
idence, 705 Milwaukee avenue, shortly before IL
o'clock. When the street door was opened, Mrs.
Parsons was observed at the head of the stairs,
dressed in long, black wrapper. Apparently
she had rested little during the night for her
eyes were swollen with much weeping. She was
greatly excited when she realized that they were
about to bring up her husband dead, and she
Immediately commenced weeping again. "A
committee went to her and endeavored to calm
her, but she grew more agitated, until they al
most forced her into her own apartments and
locked the door. She would not listen to their
entreaties, and one was left to see that she did
herself HARM while the others carried up the
coffin and deposited it on two chairs in the little
sitting The top of the casket
moved and the calm, pale features exposed. All
the time they were taking off the lid Mrs. Par
sons was struggling in the room adjoining. and
calling the name of her husband. Little
Albert and Lucy, the children, stood
together. crying and unnoticed. in
corner of the room. When the chamber door
was unlocked the widow rushed out and threw
herself bodily on the coffin. An hysterical cry
escaped her lips and the poor woman fell on the
floor dead faint before friends could catch
ner The gathering of morbidly curious Ger
mans about the street door, who werc not per-
mitted to enter the house, heard the cry and
sensation ran through the crowd. As soon
Mrs. Parsons had recovered sufficiently to walk
she again to her dead, crying and calling
his name. Again she tainted before her lips
touched the cold face of her husband. This
time friends carried her away and would not let
her see the corpse again.
At the home of George Engel there has been
solemn throng passing in and out since morn
Ig The door of the little cigar store which
Mrs Engel has managed since the arrest of her
husband was draped in mourning. In the back
room lay the bodies of Louis Lineg the suicide,
and George Encel. They were in their coffins.
and permitted to take more than
look he passed along. That portion of Lingg's
face which shattered by the Illuminating
cartridge had been filled with chemicals and
plaster of paris. A bandage hid the wounds
from the gaze: otherwise the face we'll pre-
served. In the frown on the brow there was a
trace of the awful determination which must
have nerved the bonn maker to place the candle
to his mouth. A dull eeam OF that glaring eye
was still perceived between the half-parted eye
lids.
Engel's face was as calm and Indifferent as
when he stood on the scaffold yesterday. The
hageard face of Mrs. Encel, who frequently
passed through the room, pitiful. Hardly
one out of twenty who 60 into the Engel store
to view the remains speak their minds in En-
glish.
schwab and Fielden Removed To Joliet.
CHICAGO, Nov. 12.-Four coffins, suggestive
of yesterdays CHASTITY business, were the first
objects that caught the eye of the early morning
visitor at the Jail to day he crossed the court
yard. They were designed for the bodies of
Parsons, Spies, Fischer and Engel by the under
takers sent by the friends to for the re-
mains, but the State supplied the temporary
coffins. and these were stacked in the court
Mrs. Schwab and Mrs Fielden. who came to
their husbands, saw them. and with avertsd eyes